I wake up with a start and sat up, my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. I don't recognize my surroundings. Where the hell am I? I instinctively reach for my pocket, and my knife is still there. Good. My head aches, so I reach up to feel my forehead. It's wet to the touch. I look at my hand. It's covered in blood splotches and sand.
Sand?
For the first time, I take a really good look at my surroundings. Sandy beach, crystal clear oceans, bodies and metal shrapnel scattered around me... This wasn't the Underground. This wasn't even the City. Where were my friends? Where was my lover, Mungo Tasgall? How the hell did I even get here?
I stand up and brush the sand off my pants. On the bright side, at least I am still wearing my favorite clothes. But I do not like the beach, and, from the looks of it, it does't look like this is a somewhat fun beach side resort. It looks like a plane crash sight, and judging from the bodies around me, and the blood on my forehead, it was a recent crash and I must've been in it or involved somehow.
I wipe the blood off my forehead with my hand and march into the dense palm trees to search for shelter on my own. I didn't need any of these random people... all I wanted was my Mungo.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day One
I wake up with a start and sat up, my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. I don't recognize my surroundings. Where the hell am I? I instinctively reach for my pocket, and my knife is still there. Good. My head aches, so I reach up to feel my forehead. It's wet to the touch. I look at my hand. It's covered in blood splotches and sand.
Sand?
For the first time, I take a really good look at my surroundings. Sandy beach, crystal clear oceans, bodies and metal shrapnel scattered around me... This wasn't the Underground. This wasn't even the City. Where were my friends? Where was my lover, Mungo Tasgall? How the hell did I even get here?
I stand up and brush the sand off my pants. On the bright side, at least I am still wearing my favorite clothes. But I do not like the beach, and, from the looks of it, it does't look like this is a somewhat fun beach side resort. It looks like a plane crash sight, and judging from the bodies around me, and the blood on my forehead, it was a recent crash and I must've been in it or involved somehow.
I wipe the blood off my forehead with my hand and march into the dense palm trees to search for shelter on my own. I didn't need any of these random people... all I wanted was my Mungo.